Restorage

I love Americans. They love life's lease
On lots and lots of stuff. How a vortex
Operates (life's pump; see above) to keep
All kinds of detritus close for a while
Without swallowing all of it down.

This is art. Tucked in every half-dead town
We find the long, mitochondrial lines
Of locked, identical storage units
With brightly colored, roll-top doors, waiting,
Holding everything neither now nor gone.